| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/3/2007 9:23:47 PM | C...I have loved English and French and Spanish and Italian and American and Canadian and Asian and World poets and thinkers and seers and artists all of my life
....they are the bane of my existence. LOL | |
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| Paris
Posted: 9/6/2007 6:54:56 PM | The diamond exists already in the charcoal, gold in fire--But how to extract it?
Paper, pen-and-ink-well
Exiled words awash in
rumination. Fingers
channeling the mind, I
wandered across pages
with no passage, and
drawings appeared
Other-worldly guided
unconscious hand shadows
of projected spirits
Outer planetary landscapes
Humanity, unrecognizable
in the distance.
Lace impressions smeared
in delicious black coffee
distracting the lost sentence
I often wondered, had I
listened to Van Gogh
or Delacroix, would you
Have understood?
Did you fail to hear the Protector,
imparting romanticism, a drama
for the ages, Cromwell survived
in prologue
Napoleon and the Church
the true authors of Les Miserables.
I, simply the seventeen year
conduit of a weary God and
the inevitable. An angry people rising.
Aristocracy, the hunchbacked
power on earth whose time
was damned.
Notre Dame restored.
Four thousand small
brown reflections
willed,
I worked my grave
tomes to epic proportions.
France, you loved my heart
as your own.
Victor | |
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| Paris
Posted: 9/6/2007 7:11:13 PM | after the music has faded
and the paints are put away
your spirit still lingers
takes me by the hand
all that beauty
not letting go | |
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| Paris
Posted: 9/6/2007 7:23:19 PM | what is this gold
this alchemy
but a refining
of the soul
all this is ours
to burnish
with constant
defiance
because in the
waterfall of
approaching darkness
we need wings
we need color
we need glory | |
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| Paris
Posted: 9/6/2007 7:32:13 PM | Aw C....mutually resplendant friend...who could ask for more. Thank you!
we need wings
we need color
we need glory
Thanks for being such a good little diviner. | |
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| Paris
Posted: 9/6/2007 8:38:42 PM | | ahhhh, but only in the presence of the divine!!!!!!! | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/7/2007 10:31:26 PM | Designer Boots
Indian summer
Dog days of warming, whether
the thermometer
reads 78F or 25C
I’m cold
Tried painting but
earth quaking I
cut the fingertips off
a pair of lambskin
gloves
hoping the memory
of a high heeled
over the knee
come here
heart
pumping
night
would register a
balmy 98.6
Ebay, one pair of
slightly used
genuine black
patent
leather
Prada
nights | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/8/2007 7:29:25 PM |  Hi....L. my friend!
Autumn comes within our world
Hate to see the trees unfurl
Leaves that fall like rain in colours
Gently leaving boughs so bare.
Yet of this picture I would miss
such lovely fashion.....Fall is bliss
Leaves me feeling like a mirror
my soul awaits another year.
I watch the beauty as it falls
feel each leave.....each one has cause
Just like the year that passed me by
I call upon the grey Fall sky
When in Spring my soul abounds
unearthing lovely summer sounds
My heart does grow another time
I feel another year....is Mine!
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/9/2007 12:46:28 PM | Hey Jules!!!! Great to see you back and positive as ever! I on the other hand love the strong colours of fall. I paint with them all the time. I 've never been able to understand pastel.
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/9/2007 3:01:48 PM | Canary
Feathers
torn, spinning
ghostly pale
the song
of the meadow
caught
in my throat
an eagle shadow
carries me
to a world
I’ve never seen | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/9/2007 3:47:02 PM | Blackout
I see the light
I do
It’s reaching for me
unsolicited
How many times
do I have to draw
these drapes
The rays trying
to infiltrate
A transplanted heart
wrapped
in surgical gauze
Holy ghost flares
signal the end
of the tunnel
I turn away
I want to stay
In the shadows
With you | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/9/2007 6:20:46 PM | Eveready
Batteries running low
Go ahead
Beat my heart
First with your fist
then
Crank the paddles
I could use
a charge, Voltage,
shock therapy
Doesn’t matter
how you do it
I just need to get
juiced again
Don’t be afraid
Crack the sternum
it’s only a bone
stretch it
massage
the inner me
I promise
you’ll
light up | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/10/2007 7:57:18 AM | - A NAUGHTY POEM OF SELF INDULGANCE -
I saw your poem about low batteries
And then I thought to myself "Oh girl please!"
So I will share an old Nordic trick
You'll need a few supplies so let's be quick
First is a paering knife small and quite sharp
Then a big carrot with a thick hart
Then just start peeling until it is bare
Now for the carving part done with great care
Once your great carrot is carved to form
Vegetable oil is a great tool in the norm
Find a nice place to use your new toy
Natural delight can be a joy
Never use cucumber they get too squishy
All other produce is a bit fishy
For the longest time with a toy firm
Carved out big carrot, makes a girl squirm!
- Erik - Hehehehehe,...    | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/10/2007 8:55:26 AM | Hey Erik...thanks for the tip but, I was writing about my pacemaker batteries being low LOL  | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/12/2007 8:25:07 PM | Painting a Sound
I have only two broken
hands with which to pen
the last three portraits
of the past, the now and me
A coalition of colours
To reawaken the dream
of living in the stars
that once meant
everything | |
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| Beyond Paris
Posted: 9/12/2007 10:01:53 PM | Withered Clock
Gilded Moor, upturned
moustache.
Their eyes did not
assault my vision.
I reveled in the past, the future
and, their disapproving fascination.
Madre, I believe
this incarnate life
was your second salvation
How I wish you had lived
to absolve me now.
A classic avant-garde
Designing my immortality
I woke every morning to the
glory of me, me, me and, you.
Gala, my destiny, my breath.
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Legless elephants born of
ants feasting on cracked eggs.
Paranoiac-critical, a manifest
of my mind, disturbed, unique.
Van Gough approved.
Politics be damned
We used them to our advantage
like classic nudes in a cubist
abortion. An aero plane breaking
through the dark womb
of the Americas. What did I;
what did we
care?
Do you remember our tricks?
Gala, my living life.
Optical delusions, science,
religion. Once all consuming,
the hunger died with you.
I tried, I tried my darling
to light the fire of freedom
but they
would not let me join you.
Finally, today, withered
like the clocks of long ago
my time has come.
Gala, I see you posing
At heaven’s gate
Salvador | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/13/2007 8:43:10 PM | L., lovely poem!
Had the colours been wrong
the hues insane....
Had my masterpiece been less
than a life in vain?
Without all the colour.....
would I fade into dark
could my word just be magic.......?
disappear in the work?
Imagine a picture of life........
just your own
Know every colour
paint how it's grown
For without the picture
no colours to paint
What is this life........?
something...less ,
or just faint?
Colour your life
with each picture in mind
It hath not be sweet......
nor very kind
For the painting it stands
beyond your last word
the one that you pictured
before all the pain occurred
Imagine the beauty.........
the smiles and the stars
Within all the life that one heart
felt from afar
Colours exploding...........
lips open wide..........
eyes of an angel
She wears no disquise!
C. and L.  | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/13/2007 9:38:26 PM | | C & J...if anything on this thread is lovely, it's the two of you. Thanks! | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/14/2007 12:27:23 AM | WHY JESUS WEPT
Conditioned to react, I respond
With ancient prejudice and pride,
And with practiced renditions
Of positions, prepared of you,
And confirmed images of me
To learned images of them,
To Nature, to cultured ideas,
And so-cherished possessions,
Posing and posturing to reduce,
confuse, and distort the clearly
Obvious with memory, desire,
And pleaurably egoistic belief.
Jesus wept. | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/14/2007 1:14:13 AM | | Thanks for posting your poem dancinglight. Very interesting. I'm not terribly religious but, enjoyed the read. | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/14/2007 8:49:41 AM | Erik's Book of "Not So Well Known Quotes" shares;
From Vincent Van Gough; "Hear today, gone tomorrow!"
- Erik - | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/14/2007 1:53:35 PM | | Hey Eric...that's a bit of a myth. He didn't actually cut his ear off...just the lobe. LOL | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/14/2007 1:53:53 PM | October Duet
I’ll meet you there
tiptoeing through
the rushing creek
beneath the red spiral
dreamy draw horizon
a cabin for two
Outside
logs stacked
Inside the
woodstove
reflects
linens coiled
on the floor
superfluous | |
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| Finger Painting
Posted: 9/14/2007 2:10:58 PM | Ahhhh my dear Sophia,
I know this fact, however most folks don't. The quote ( which is also a work of fiction ) would not have gone so well had it been just the lobe. I would have had to write about him not wearing an earring. hahahahaha,.... It just wouldn't have worked.
Erik's Book of "Not So Well Known Quotes" shares;
A Shakespearean era "Bee Keeper" persuading his son to follow in his footsteps: "To Bee or not to Bee, THIS is the question!"
- Erik - | |
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